| Day Dream by Bobby Whitworth |
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| The smell of burnt air Hot in the mouth, drying the tongue I feel the touch of the sun Burning the sweat that has Accumulated to protect me The harsh globe Floating in the sky, giving Life, death, light I love to feel this way The smell of sweet skin Soft in my hands, smooth on my tongue I feel the heat radiating From your body standing before me I see your smile Right, red and white floating in front Of me� for me I love to feel this way The smell of flowers Sweet to the wind and soft beneath us I feel your touch Gentle, caressing, roving, frantic, loving I see your body spread before me, the Sun above me, flowers all around I love to feel this way. Aug. 1, 1993 |
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